Burden of life

Some place in my part of the world and somewhere in another geographical time zone, "John Doe" and Jane Doe are right now taking stock of their achievements. A roller coaster ride of fleeting thoughts going round in their heads. I certainly don't think anyone is high fiving themselves and I may have said okaygoeasyonyourself if I wasn't doing the same thing
This feeling is usually brought on as the tide turns, the realization that the year is indeed ending.

The Dance

Success is a dancer

To be her partner

You have to be a willing learner

Who will invest time in practice

Who has stories sewn to the fabric

Gut laced to the soles

Grit… marking the lines of the face.

Her dance steps are varied

Thrusting, turning, twirling… never harried

She tasks the ability of one to keep up

Here the trap is laid for one who can’t buck up

Moving on…she never stops

Taking on the next ward, waiting to see if he can keep up

For the reward is only for the indulgent

Who can master her steps and enjoy the dance